Then called her dickface, she call the connect
Never gotta wonder you're right, i left
That was good shit, is there any left
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Looking at your money
Friend after friend left me
So, with that, we need us a plan, respect
But he was lifeless, not a pulse left
Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
And i'm left for the corrections,
And my momma keep smoking that shit
So with your mind left exploded
Got nothing left to say
Take my moms, move away
And you, you know what i like
Left her outta the limelight
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